In the early years, when Shen Lang was exploring in Meishan, he had seen the statue of Erlang Zhenjun more than once.

Shen Lang almost subconsciously called out the name of Erlang Zhenjun. The huge figure in front of him was really too similar to the Erlang Zhenjun Yang Jian in his impression.

The monk who looked like Yang Jian in front of him was obviously dead, but his body could stand firm in an environment of such terrifying space gravity. His whole body exuded a majestic aura, which still made people feel cold on his back!

Even Shen Lang could feel a sensation of solemn pressure. When he approached this corpse, Shen Lang's breathing was a bit heavy, which shows that this pressure was so strong.

If he can release such a terrifying aura, the opponent is at least a powerful man of the Hunyuan Daluo Golden Immortal level.

Although the three-pointed and two-edged sword in the other party's hand was cracked, the cold light was fierce and the breath was imposing, which was absolutely extraordinary.

Looking at the Five Emperors era, the only monk who can have such powerful strength and hold the three-pointed two-edged sword immortal treasure is the only one who can think of Erlang Zhenjun Yang Jian.

There seemed to be a strong will in Yang Jian's body, supporting his body and standing in this plain wasteland, giving people a sense of tragic tragedy.

Yang Jian's cultivation in the past reached the peak of Hunyuan Daluo Golden Immortal. It was even rumored that he had entered the realm of half-step Heavenly Venerable, and his combat power was comparable to that of the Taoist Ancestor Heavenly Venerable!

Such a famous strong man eventually died in the sea of ​​burial demons.

Shen Lang stared at the body that was rather than surrender, and couldn't help but feel emotion.

He stopped and bowed to Yang Jian's corpse to express his respect.

Unexpectedly, it was when Shen Lang passed through Yang Jian's body.

This strong corpse, like a mountain, seemed to have sensed something. A huge golden light suddenly emerged from the bloody body, as if it was about to come back to life!

"hiss!"

Seeing this strange scene, Shen Lang couldn't help but take a breath of coldness.

The next moment.

A huge golden figure suddenly rushed out of the destructive corpse. The figure was not a physical body, but a spiritual body condensed by the will of the remnant soul.

The figure's face is blurred, the outline is exactly the same as that of Yang Jian. He also holds the residual soul of the three-pointed two-edged sword in his hand. His divine power is prominent and his momentum is amazing!

"A little girl from the Demon Realm, I will die for you!!!"

The phantom spirit body, which looked like Yang Jian, emitted a roar like a golden cracked stone. The sound was like rolling thunder, shocking the earth, and the entire plain and land were trembling!

Shen Lang instantly felt a strong and substantial murderous intent venting from the phantom of Yang Jian, and it was about to swallow him up.

"Erlang Zhenjun, I am not a monk from the Demon Realm!"

Shen Lang was about to explain, but unfortunately, this phantom of Yang Jian seemed to have failed to inherit the memory of his life, and only retained a very small part of his cognition. After discovering that Shen Lang was possessed by a demon, he immediately appeared.

Yang Jian's phantom did not give Shen Lang a chance to explain. After roaring the word "death", he raised the huge three-pointed two-edged knife and slashed hard at Shen Lang below.

A dull sound of "boom" shook the sky, and the three-pointed two-edged sword weapon spirit rolled up the extremely golden lightning, attacking Shen Lang with the momentum of collapse of the sky and cracking the earth.

The blade burst out with golden thunder. Wherever it passed, a long gap was torn into the space, which was so powerful that it was outrageous!

"Oops!"

Shen Lang even smelled a breath of death, and activated the power of the demon seeds in his body. He immediately transformed into the form of a red and golden Shura demon god, raised the sword of killing immortals and activated it with all his strength.

The Immortal Killing Sword raised a huge blood light and was placed on the head by the Shura Demon God, trying to resist the power of the phantom attack of Yang Jian.

The next moment.

"Bang!!!"

The swords collided, and a shocking sound broke out.

The earth was shaking, and the entire plain was shaking like a major earthquake.

The extremely strong blood and golden lightning burst into flames, sweeping across all directions.

The Shura Demon God, who was transformed into Shen Lang, suffered unimaginable terrifying forces and a huge hole exploded under him.

The Shura Demon God's feet fell into the ground and was forced to kneel down on one knee. He tried his best to support the Slaying Immortal Sword above his head. His bones were whispering and his whole body was trembling and twitching.

Shen Lang seemed to have barely resisted Yang Jian's attack, but his body was still injured, and a large amount of blood was overflowing from the corners of his mouth. The golden holy clothes on the surface had reached their limit, and cracks were cracked on the surface!

"Damn it!"

Shen Lang's eyes were bloodshot, his face became extremely ugly, and his hands that had raised the Sword of Killing Immortal was almost broken.

Fortunately, the Shura Demon God had eight arms, and the other six palms held the sword tightly, so he barely resisted the terrifying power carried by the three-pointed two-edged sword spirit!

Even a mere phantom spirit could erupt with such a terrifying force. It is conceivable how powerful Yang Jian’s body was in his lifetime!

No wonder he can keep his body and stand firm.

Now is not the time to praise others. The Shura Demon God, who was transformed into Shen Lang, was suppressed by the three-pointed two-edged sword weapon spirit held by the phantom of Yang Jian above his head, and could not move at all. The situation was in jeopardy.

"die!!!"

Yang Jian's phantom swung the three-pointed two-edged sword weapon spirit again, and ruthlessly chopped Shen Lang's head.

A dull sound of "boom" was shocking. Before Shen Lang had time to counterattack, he was hit by the three-pointed and two-edged sword covered with golden thunder.

This time, he was still not in good defense after all, and was broken by a three-pointed and two-edged knife with huge force.

Accompanied by the thunder that roared, the three-pointed two-edged sword directly cut off several arms of the Shura Demon God, and the blade shining with thunder fell directly on the Shura Demon God's right shoulder.

"ah!!!"

Shen Lang's eyes were about to break, and a tragic scream came from his mouth. The golden holy clothes covered on the surface of his right shoulder were shattered by a three-pointed two-edged knife. The four arms on his right shoulder were torn to pieces by the terrifying golden thunder, and blood and flesh were flying everywhere, which was a terrible sight!

This is not over yet. When the three-pointed two-edged sword weapon spirit hit his body, violent golden thunder burst out from the blade like a tsunami wave, instantly swallowing the entire Shura Demon God's body.

The body of the Shura Demon God burst and was knocked back to his original human body.

In the strangulation of the thunder golden light, Shen Lang's body was hit with countless wounds, and his whole body was covered in blood.

After one blow, Shen Lang fell into a cracked pit, blood stained the ground red, his right arm was broken, and his bones were shattered, almost reaching the point of dying.

Shen Lang gritted his teeth. Until now, he finally understood what it means to have someone outside of people and there is a heaven beyond the sky!

Yang Jian’s will of this wisp of residual soul is simply so powerful that it is outrageous!

Moreover, the other party's remnant will has lost memory and cannot communicate at all. He also decided that he was a demon, which was almost a death match.

But Shen Lang was definitely unwilling to die here in a daze. A mini Guangtian Palace had already appeared in his palm, ready to hide in Guangtian Palace for a while.

"die!"

The phantom of Yang Jian above his head shouted again, raised the three-pointed two-edged sword weapon spirit in his hand, and hit Shen Lang's broken body again.

Just as Shen Lang was about to hide in Guangtian Palace.

"clang!!!"
Chapter completed!